The wolf is still under the blanket and a thousand questions are needed to grasp it even if the desire is to believe in everything at once uttering a quiet, intense thanks the unity of the sand, the right hand touching the luminous left on the Egyptian statues a calm that remains, blooms again in the rite, this June it's an answered prayer the schoolmistress, the little stairs the hair color is in the womb and then the golden instant, the lemon's dark green. Used by permission of Story Line Press. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE PASSING OF THE EX-SLAVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A BALLAD OF WHITECHAPEL by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE CHALLENGE by ALEXANDER POPE SONNET: 61 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE HARMOSAN by RICHARD CHENEVIX TRENCH THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): THE MOVING ROCKS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS |